The art of getting This is how we do style boy You know what I'm
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C, R.I.P that wanna OD Aiyyo, the line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and You better recognize nigga I'm from the street These industry niggaz startin' to look like to eat I'll Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass to the nearest ATM I dreams of fuckin' an' R 'n' B, bitch
And I'll wake up and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure, son it ain't funny I'm about to stick for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that anytime Have Keith starin' down the barrel from my nine these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that now I mean now"
The only excuse for broke is bein' in jail An entertainer make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a of time Probably have to clap him, run and toss the I'd Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin' to juice her for that Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin' to for Don't no nigga puttin' four through that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle like, "Bitch, get on the ground"
You ain't Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin' on Tone and Poke since found me Steve know not to that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for son I'm sick I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all old school shit now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass I'll rob Pun without a gun his piece then run This nigga 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry
I'll catch P and Silk The right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Run up on Timberland and the pound you gimme the cash and you put the hot dog down I it out robbin' Joe before that's why his ass Don't wanna be a no more Mad at you I'm J.D., fuck you, pay me
Had Da Brat with 'em, shoulda had his gat him DMX wanna get well you tell homey I'm on Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely I should rob Clue man, his shit did I stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios, shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle I'm stickin' them up Nigga get coroners pickin' 'em up Heavy to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said, "Why you robbin' me I got nuttin' but for ya" Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black
One at a time get out and take off shine Did you ever think that you would be rich? Did you ever that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the And walk off with your shit like it's I'ma stickin' niggas until I'm livid rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Givens I'm for real I'm 'bout to stick Mister C nigga still eatin' off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the He asked me if I had enuff I him, "Gimme some more" Is you feelin' Then wait for the sequel I get Kirk Franklin for robbin' Gods People
This ain't Being broke can you delirious So we rob and steal, so our ones can be 50 Cent how it feel to rob and nigga?
This serious broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal, so our can be bigger 50 how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
For real, yo, you know I'm sayin'? Niggas got to get up that's just how it goes down It matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I it 50 ain't fuckin' around
Masters ain't fuckin' around Crazy Cat ain't around The Madd Rapper ain't around So watch your backs, watch your book, watch your pockets everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus 'Cuz we gonna get you whether you it or not